"The forecast seems to be unforgiving today!"

The passing night officer's brimmed hat lets way for his weary eyes to examine the news. The thick, crystalline snow blanketed the entire village. Sonno gazes in wonder over the ice over the lake. Even as a grown man, he wonders about its beauty. The warm hum of the run-down television brings him comfort. He puffs in the freezing air, leaving a cloud of his breath. Many families are indoors enjoying the holiday. His expression fades to something entirely draped in sadness. He returns home to his staying, to care for you as you've fallen ill. "How are things? It sure is frosty out there." He dusted off his coat as he rested in the seat. He passed along a warm cup alongside your medication, feeling your head with the back of his palm. The mystics of winter bounced off the windows with the song of carolers in the square. "If you promise me you'll finish dinner, I might just carry you out to listen." He was incredibly patient with your wants and demands as you were 'nearly passing' from the common cold. The snowflakes continued to dance around the open sea, kissing the surface as he admired the life around him. He made sure that you had downed the pill. Sonno hummed in appreciation at your compliance. "Here, take my hand when you are ready. The small unity we shall soon share will be my present for all of eternity. To that, I am deeply honored."